Over the last two nights of my niece staying over my house, I'd heard a lot of banging, and strange noises from the spacious spare room... with the door ajar, synth-disco-pop playing from her echo box, I decided to have a peak and check in on her. With gawping eyes I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor as there in front of the mirrored wardrobe with an inbuilt dresser was my twenty-year-old niece bouncing up and down on a huge purple... exercise gym ball, in 1980s aerobics attire! Her perfect shaped tits bounced in time to the music, as she pouted then licked her sparkly lilac lips. I soon realised this was more than a fitness routine...
The room held a plethora of items belonging to my niece, from teddies to Barbie's Malibu House, and all types of items from her earlier days, as she practically resided with me during her parents' divorce. My home served as a secondary residence for her, where she stored a significant portion of her wardrobe. Due to her strained relationship with her mother, she often sought solace in spending considerable time with me, typically dropping by after work or a night out. Her discarded clothes, sexy shoes; trainers; dirty knickers, socks all made for cheeky wanking material.
A little background, for context... It wasn't always perverse like this, however, when she turned eighteen and got smashed, drunkenly hopped into my bed, tried to bump and grind my thigh and accidentally on purpose brushed my cock, I immediately put her back in her room. I couldn't bonk my eighteen-year-old blood, regardless of her horny taboo requests...
...But I couldn't put the genie back in the bottle, and since that night- I had thought: what if... and yanked my niece-infatuated-prick thinking about her smooth slit since. I'd always keep her occasional advancements at bay and to satisfy my deprived urges I'd sniff her knickers, savouring her aroma choking the chicken. But deplorably I'd whack the one-eyed wonder worm cuming over my niece's dolls, her plastic play styling head with hair, and three-foot dolly, more times than hot dinners. Even though my niece called me a pedo in temper last year, when she caught me using her panties to wank myself off over her dolls. I still couldn't stop! It was a weird fetish I know, but in my defence, she'd caused it.
Yeap, to my shock and thankfully not horror, my sexy niece looked like she was in an 1980s aerobics workout video! With myself, her teddies, toys, My Little Pony, Disney, Bratz, Barbie dolls, make & hair head, and three-foot doll watching she stopped straddling the huge ball, then got on the bed, lay on her back in a high leg bright pink leotard, with a low rounded neckline, sporting a pair of neon blue leggings underneath.
My cock approved of her rainbow coloured leg warmers that match her large doll's dress, only difference being - it had a unicorn on the pattern. She finished off the ensemble by wearing a pink sweatband around her head, complementing her crimped and curled, mousy-blonde streaked hair, secured with a blue hair tie scrunchie. That scrunchie had been around my nut-sacks and cock a few times, I was sure of it.
With her phone recording her on a tripod on her dresser, at first I thought she was going to do karaoke or a podcast, with a mic-looking thing in her hand... I needed an eye-test as the penny dropped, when the black thing went between her legs, it then dawned on me she was using a black massage wand, the Swiss army knife of vibrators on top of her leggings and leotard! Fuck me, it was like she was holding a giant microphone to her crotch, as she moaned for her internet audience. Not very 1980s, she wasn't even old school finger bashing and frigging herself off, I thought. And I knew she didn't have an 80s bush, it was a neat strip, I'd spied it before.
After she came dampening the crotch of her 1980's getup, she spotted my beady eyes and growing bulge in the doorway. I froze trying not to ogle the shape of her perfectly toned ass wrapped in blue and pink spandex, as she stopped the live feed on her phone. Thanks to the open back of her outfit, I got excited watching the sweat glistening on her sun-kissed smooth back. That Lycra was hot in more ways than one!
"I like the curls," I managed to muster nonchalantly... "You look like you're doing a Jane Fonda workout!"
"Who?" she asked obliviously, sitting on the edge of the bed yawning.
The young/old age gap was evident, "Fonda... Never mind, what are you doing?!" I asked, trying not to get aroused by her neon purple glitter lipstick, eyeshadow, perfect teeth and little tongue.
